Padmini Priyom Dutta (23BBAD46 )
Oh, my country,
You are so divine
From the pheran of Kashmir
To the Kanchipuram of Tamil Nadu
You make my chest swell with pride
Under your humongous sky
Several cultures find home
And we shall preserve them,
With no complaints to comb
Blind are those,
Who can’t seem to recognize
But under your fellow citizens,
These roots shall take flight.
-Priyam
From yellow to blue, red to green. The campus buzzed with all the hues of every tint. Each tint and hue represented the vibrant beauty of each Culture. They were not just mere Colours on the 9th of November; they were cultural representations. They bore deep within them the beauty of the Culture they represented and the Culture they vowed to preserve. The day was a day of pride. A true paragon of India's unity in diversity. The boundless sky of Kristu Jayanti united thousands of cultures under one sky. I was amidst that vast expanse of vibrant colors and diverse cultures, too, though not for long, but I was there. I represented the beauty of Assamese silk, an accurate depiction of the rich Assamese Culture. I was amazed to see how diverse we were, yet we had one thread or another binding us all together. It was a vibrant day; the sun's golden rays shone bright in the luminous sky. From the magnificent kanjeevarams to my own Assamese mekhela sador, all gleamed brightly under the sunlight. Oh, what a beautiful country it Is, for it has such beautiful roots and heritage. Every language spoken around me echoed like a melodious symphony to my ears. The day began with each Culture bringing its roots and heritage back to life with its rhythmic dances. Years of heritage echoed in the air. As a spectator of this beautiful cultural melange, I could feel their love for their Culture and their pride in it. My eyes gleamed with light as I saw our "Bapoti Xahun” Bihu, the pride of every Assamese, being performed in front of thousands of Jayantians.
I could tell each traditional dance radiated the same feeling as the people who belonged to the respective Culture. Long after the dances were done and the inauguration was over. It was time for the most fun part. The DJ lit up the grounds of Kristu Jayanti. Songs were played of every kind, and every Jayantian swayed to the rhythmic beats of the songs the DJ played. Altogether, it was an overwhelming experience. As a Jayantian, my chest swelled with pride for the platform my college provided for every ethnicity and Culture and the initiative it took to celebrate us all together. All of us under one sky, the luminous Jayantian sky.